I wish life had taught me differently.
Much more than pain.
Than the struggles I go through.
Rejection.
Betrayal.
Hate.
Ingratitude.

Growing up, I always wanted to be an angel.
I never wanted to be the reason why a tear should be shed.
I wanted to live harmless...
But the more good I did, the more the rude universe made a fool out of me.
Failed me.
Made me eat and drink from the tears of my mysery.

So now I sit, and as I listen to a song on my background,
am trying to clean up myself.
From all the dirt the world poured on me.
From all the hate that smeared my once white heart, black.

Am weary, because am not any different now.
I hurt too, when I chose to defend my soul.
I dont mean to.
If only I could go back to a baby again, I'd never wish to grow up.
I'd only be angry for a minute and the next holding your hand to the mall.
I wouldnt want to revenge so bad that my life would stand still.
I'd never be scared to love because of the fear of being rejected one day.
I'd cry when am uncomfortable and know that someone would come to wipe my tears away and comfort me to sleep.

But now am grown.
And Only God's grace can take me back to that place.
The place of joy despite the happenings around me.
The place of peace when someone walks away.

All I need now, is fixing.
Once again, Fix me Jesus...Fix me.*

©The Unspoken

In the heartbeat she gave me,
would i give all to thee
once more.

You...
My spectacular scene in this life.
Feels like am losing my mind, or you are ******* it instead.
Right from the day you said you liked me...
After your pals told me you had observed me from a distance...
Day after Day...
I simply cant get less of you.

I don't know the new charm you have on me, but it is divine.I swore never to let me fall for anyone after Beth,
But how you do it, I have no idea.
Just the simplest of all I have ever met, known.
Held onto the ground, steady.
The melody...
The care...The support.
How you speak sense to my lost self
Ever insistingly pointing me to the right path.
Your touch when am angry that just calms me.


Mam'...I may not know how to say this face to face now...
But each morning I wake, I wish...that you will make me YOURS
Coz there is no one else I'd rather belong to.*

©The Unspoken

I am just so near to losing my mind whenever I hear the statement "So, who wears the pants here?"
Wow!
It gets me speechless.
I got love for all the brothers out there, but what makes you think that what you wear on the outside really portrays who you are on the inside?
"No she doesn't tell me what to do!" is what you beat your chest on whenever you are in conversation with your "boys".
"No I can't carry the baby outside the grocery store, Instead I'll go park the car"...
"No I can't clean the dishes, what will she be doing?"...
"No I will not pick up her call now, am the one wearing pants, I do it at my time"...
"I can get home whatever time I want, after all she just a woman, am above her!!!!???"...

Honesty, its sad that to this day, this mentality holds.
Well, if I am talking 'bout you here, Let me give you  THE reality check!

You ain't No better. You need a woman.
She came out of your rib yes, but ain't you the one who asked for her in the 1st place?
Ain't she the reason why from 8th grade you have added 30 pounds? Otherwise wouldn't you malnutrition yourself with noodles and coffee night, after night?
Ain't she the reason why you get so cosy and warm after tens of ******* on a cold night?
For some, the car you drive, the very job you got, ain't she the one that worked out connections for you to get there?
Ain't she the reason why there is a baby somewhere that calls you "Daddy?" that you brag to the society about...makes you feel like a "MAN" ey? She had a choice of denying you the child, say its not yours...
But in your selfish Grown up ego you want to show the world "YOU ARE THE ONE WEARING PANTS????"

Would it hurt to show appreciation?
My point, that is what differentiates a man and a boy.

So next time, before you ask her "Who wears the pants?" Think twice.!

You know why, "SHE WEARS THE DRESS, SOMETHING, YOU, CAN NEVER DO!!!"

© The Unspoken

A Home.
A place not defined by the furniture inside.
A place, not defined by the neighborhood around it.
A place, where its only definition is souls.
Souls that reflect the rays of the sun through their eyes and the glow,
the glow makes as smile.

Find me a home where when i trip from the shower naked, hands will help me up instead of mocking laughter...
Find me a home when am not hungry, it wouldn't be the pleasure of others if I don't eat, instead, they will make porridge to get my appetite back.

Find me a home where my lover doesnt feel like I am the woman so I should cook, clean, and make babies, quit my job and my passions all in the name of "Love"...Really now??

Find me a home where I will sleep and put my feet up and instead of thoughts like "this girl is so lazy"..they would get that am from work and am dead tired.

Don't find me a building with ten bedrooms and 7 bathrooms and call it a mansion for me, that is a HOUSE...
While ALL I Need is a HOME.
A safe Haven.
However Tiny, in the tiniest of em' villages.
Just Find me a HOME.

©The Unspoken